Chapter 933
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Hearing Ye Li's words, Feng Zhiyao and Mo Xiuyao's expressions became strange. Ye Li knew what the two of them were thinking when she saw their expressions. They probably wanted to see Young Master Qingchen make a fool of himself. It was a pity that this battle would take some time. By the time they finished the battle, Young Master Qingchen might have settled everything and returned home with a beautiful woman. These two were regretting that they didn't have the chance to see the greatest young master in the world.
Marquis Nan coughed lightly. He deeply felt that he was old and couldn't understand the thoughts of these young people. "Prince, Third Young Master Feng, should we continue …" If he let this Feng Zhiyao get to the bottom of the matter, he might say something that would make him feel awkward.
Feng Zhiyao rubbed his nose. He just remembered that they were discussing business before Ye Li came. Mo Xiuyao saw that Ye Li had returned and was impatient to deal with them. He pulled Ye Li to sit down and hurriedly gave a few instructions. Then he drove the two out.
It was the first time in his life that he was driven out. Marquis Nan stood at the door of the study in a daze. Feng Zhiyao was very used to it. He pulled Marquis Nan and said with a smile, "Marquis, let's go. How about having a drink at my place?" Marquis Nan finally recovered. He helplessly shook his head and followed Feng Zhiyao out.
Feng Zhiyao took a few steps and suddenly stopped with some hesitation. It seemed that he had forgotten to tell the Princess Consort something?
Marquis Nan looked back in confusion, "What's wrong? Aren't we going to drink? "
"It seems that there is something that I forgot to tell Wang Fei." Feng Zhiyao said.
"Is it business? Is there something that you know that Prince doesn't? "Marquis Nan asked. Feng Zhiyao thought about it. That's right. Mo Xiuyao would always tell Wang Fei. At most … it would be a little later. He waved his hand and swaggered away with Marquis Nan.
In the study, Mo Xiuyao held Ye Li tightly in his arms and gently rubbed the top of her head. He said in a muffled voice, "This time Miss Li has been gone for a long time." Ye Li smiled helplessly and said, "How is two months considered long?" A round trip from the north to Jiangnan, two months was considered fast. However, Ye Li also knew that this was not the time to go against Mo Xiuyao. "It's my fault. Come back quickly in the future."
Sure enough, Mo Xiuyao said faintly, "A day apart feels like three years. Does Mr. Li not miss I at all? " Ye Li was embarrassed. She raised her head and gently kissed Mo Xiuyao's lips. She said softly, "I miss you too, okay?"
Mo Xiuyao's eyes darkened. He held the back of Ye Li's head and pushed it in front of him, deeply deepening the kiss. Ye Li was shocked but was quickly swept away by Mo Xiuyao's passionate passion. She closed her eyes and sank into the entanglement of lips and tongues with him.
"Mr. Li …" Mo Xiuyao murmured Ye Li's name in a low voice. Ye Li felt his deep voice enter her ears and her entire body go numb. She felt her entire body go soft.
"En?" Mo Xiuyao lowered his head and gently tasted the sweetness on her pink lips. "Mr. Li …"
"Fuwang! Fuwang! Mother is back, isn't she?! " Mo Xiaobao's voice mixed with the sound of running came from outside the door. Then, there was the sound of knocking on the door. The two people who were still immersed in their tender feelings immediately woke up. Ye Li looked at the door in surprise. "Why is Xiaobao in Wei City?"
Mo Xiuyao's face was cold as he swept a glance at the door. He said indifferently, "Last time Feng San went back to Li City to do something, he insisted on following. He's not young anymore. It's not a big deal for him to see the battlefield. "However, this scoundrel didn't dare to disturb his time with Mr. Li!
Mo Xiuyao snorted and waved his hand in the direction of the door. The door that was originally locked from the inside opened and Mo Xiaobao, who was lying on the door, almost fell in. Fortunately, Mo Xiaobao had started to learn martial arts in the past two years and had some success in the basics. He only needed to lean forward to stand steadily at the door. He looked at his Fuwang and Niangqin who were sitting inside with some confusion and then looked at the open door. She used so much force but didn't manage to open it. How did it open now?
"Chen 'er." Ye Li stood up and looked at her son with a smile. After not seeing him for a few months, he had grown a lot taller.
"Niangqin!" Mo Xiaobao said absentmindedly. He immediately stepped into the study and rushed in Ye Li's direction. Mo Xiuyao narrowed his eyes. His right hand lightly knocked on the table and a weasel hair brush that was originally on the table shot towards Mo Xiaobao. Mo Xiaobao cried out in surprise and hurriedly flew out of the way. He continued to rush towards Ye Li. Mo Xiuyao sighed again and another weasel hair brush on the table shot over. This time, Mo Xiaobao wasn't so lucky. A corner of his clothes was nailed to the pillar by the brush. Mo Xiaobao's outstretched hand was less than three inches away from Ye Li.
Mo Xiaobao turned his head to look at his clothes that were nailed to the pillar and then looked at his Niangqin who was just inches away from him. His large eyes immediately became watery. "Niangqin … Fuwang bullied Xiaobao. Xiaobao misses Niangqin. "
"Xiuyao …" Looking at her son's outstretched hand looking at her, Ye Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Mo Xiuyao glanced at Mo Xiaobao in displeasure. He slightly raised his hand and a force pulled the weasel hair brush that was stuck in the pillar back. With a bang, it fell into the brush holder in front of Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiaobao shrank his neck. He probably understood that he came at the wrong time. Fuwang's mood was very bad. He carefully squeezed to Ye Li's side. "Niangqin …"
Ye Li reached out and touched Mo Xiaobao's little head. She smiled and said: "Xiaobao has grown taller. Have you been obedient these days?"
Mo Xiaobao's eyes lit up. He nodded heavily and said: "Xiaobao is very obedient. Niangqin, Xiaobao has grown up."
Ye Li found it funny and pinched his little nose. "Grown up? Do you still want Niangqin to hold you when you grow up? "Looking at Mo Xiaobao's outstretched hand asking for a hug, Ye Li shook her head. Because she was often not by Mo Xiaobao's side these two years, Ye Li can't help but feel guilty and spoil Mo Xiaobao. However, a seven or eight-year-old child really shouldn't be hugged like this. Mo Xiuyao's eyes were about to spit fire.
Mo Xiuyao stepped forward and picked up Mo Xiaobao in front of him. He lightly said: "Have you finished the things I told you?" Mo Xiaobao proudly raised his little face and said: "Of course, it's finished." Isn't it just two hours of horse stance, half an hour of swordsmanship, half an hour of horsemanship and twenty pieces of calligraphy? How can this kind of trivial matter stop him, Mo Yuchen?
Mo Xiuyao sneered at someone's complacent little face. "Very good. Then starting tomorrow, I'll add another two hours of archery and twenty pieces of calligraphy."
Uh? Mo Xiaobao's little face stiffened. He quickly calculated in his heart. Two hours of horse stance, two hours of archery, then swordsmanship and horsemanship, and forty pieces of calligraphy … It will take at least four or five hours to finish … He will be tired to death!
"I thought … It must be that the homework that I gave you is too easy, so you can be so leisurely. So, from today on, I will be strict with you. After all … Father and your mother have high hopes for you. "Mo Xiuyao leisurely said.
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